Farmer’s Blessed Girl

To the three of them, this is as strange as you don't even know Rice.

Feng Zongping took a breath under the strange gazes of the three, and was speechless.

Zhao Liulang and a few classmates have already listened to the poems below. Although they are not very good at writing poems themselves, they can still appreciate them. They got together and devalued their poems to only half a penny, and then agitated them among them. The best homework Bai Shan, Yi Ziyang and Yin Or wrote a poem together and won the selection.

"Ask for a lottery, we haven't eaten the lottery of the Zhuangyuan Building."

Just as he was talking, the bottom floor announced loudly: "Today's first show with chrysanthemum as the theme is Lu Xiaofo of Guozixue..."

Bai Shan let out a few "huh", and leaned on the window to look down, and saw Lu Xiaofo standing on the edge of the second floor, saluting all around him, and immediately someone gave him a lot of money.

Feng Zongping clicked his tongue and said, "Lu Xiaofo is not bad."

Man Bao pointed to a place and said, "Senior Brother Bai!"

Bai Erlang probed to see, "It's really my brother."

He put his hand directly to his mouth and shouted at the bottom, "Brother, come here!"

The people downstairs heard the sound coming from the third floor, and couldn't help but look up. Bai Dalang also looked up. Although his eyes were a little bad, the second half of his body was about to lean out of the window and he was excited to wave at him. Isn't that his brother?

Bai Dalang lowered his head, trying to pretend he didn't know this guy.

But the classmates sitting beside him already recognized Bai Erlang, and they also saw Bai Shan and Zhou Man beside him.

There is no way, my classmates, there are only twenty people in a class. It is clear who is and what family background is in less than a month. When Bai Dalang was admitted to the four schools on the front foot, his younger brother entered the Taixue school on the back foot. It's so famous that it's hard for my classmates to know.

So they directly grabbed Bai Dalang who bowed his head and pretended not to exist, "Zhengjian, it's your brother."

"They are on the third floor. I seem to have seen Uncle Zhao Xiaoguo by mistake. Shall we go up and say hello?"

Bai Dalang didn't want to go.

And Zhao Liulang and others upstairs also happily surrounded the window and looked down. The eyes of those who didn't like to read were particularly good, and they broadcasted to everyone in real time, "Hey, hey, your brother bowed his head, he must feel ashamed."

"Bai Er, call again."

"I think your eldest brother can't wait to put you back in your mother's womb."

Bai Erlang laughed and scolded: "Go away, my brother doesn't feel ashamed. He writes poetry better than us. The gentlemen praised him for his spirituality. My brother is embarrassed."

Zhao Liulang asked, "Does your brother have any words?"

"Yes, my father gave it to take it, right view!"

Feng Zongping was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing, and said, "Your father saved the effort. Your eldest brother's name is straight and his words are right, so do you want to take letters in the future?"

Although it is said that a word is a re-explanation of a name, there are not many people who directly use the analysis in "Shuowen" to extract the word.

Bai Erlang didn't think there was anything wrong with this, he said: "When my father named us, he was originally selected from "Shuowen". My eldest brother is upright and honest, and I am sincere in beauty, what's wrong with directly using the interpretation in "Shuowen"?"

Everyone listened and thought about it and found that it was true, so they stopped laughing, and Zhao Liulang shouted at the bottom, "Brother Zhengjian, here's a song!"

The people downstairs didn't know who the "big brother" was calling, but when Zhao Liulang said this, everyone who knew Bai Dalang in the building turned their heads to look at him.

Bai Dalang: ...

He stood up helplessly, and bowed to everyone before saying, "My little brother is naughty, disturbing everyone's Yaxing."

There were a total of eight judges sitting on top, and five of them were Mr. Guozijian. They knew that Bai Zhi was a student of their Guozijian, so they were very lenient and said with a smile: "Mid-Autumn Festival, it's natural to be lively, since everyone I asked you to do it, why don't you just make a song and come up with it, no matter if it's good or not, it's good to have fun."

Bai Zhi respectfully responded, stared at the title just released for a while, then turned around and picked up the pen to write the next poem.

At the moment, some folks sent the poems up, and the judges read them out on the spot for everyone to comment.

Many people nodded secretly and felt that Bai Zhi did a good job. One of the judges said: "Everyone, let's start too. The prize given by Zhuang Yuanlou this round is a pot of Zhuang Yuanhong."

When everyone heard it, they started writing.

In the end, everyone commented and found that Bai Dalang's was slightly better, so he took the prize.

Bai Dalang hasn't done anything yet, but the people on the third floor are already making a fuss, as if they have won a lot of money.

Zhao Liulang just drank a cup of Zhuang Yuanhong, and he was a little unfulfilled at this time, "Just invite your elder brother up, and we will share his share of the prize?"

Everyone thought it was a good idea, so they pushed Bai Erlang to invite someone.

Bai Shan couldn't help but look at Zhao Liulang, and after looking at Man Bao, he simply stepped forward and put him and Bai Er's shoulders down, "Let's go, let's go down together."

The three of them went downstairs together. After going down a few stairs, Bai Shan stopped and looked at Zhao Liulang with a half-smile, and asked, "Tell me, what do you want us to do?"

Bai Erlang, who was still excited, asked blankly, "What?"

Zhao Liulang put on Bai Shan's shoulder and said with a laugh, "As expected of the best reader, he is really smart, and he can't hide anything from you."

Zhao Liulang looked up and down and saw no one, so he lowered his voice and said, "I want to ask you for something."

Bai Shan thought that he didn't say that he was famous in the capital, at least he already had a reputation in the literati circle. If he added some more dry wood, he would have a great advantage in the next year's Jinshi examination.

So he nodded and said, "You speak first."

"I'll borrow some money from you."

"How many?"

Zhao Liulang stretched out a finger.

Bai Shan glanced at it and nodded, "One hundred taels, it's easy to say."

"What a hundred taels, a thousand taels!"

Bai Shan: "...What do you want so much money for?"

Bai Erlang also came back to his senses and interjected: "No, what does it have to do with asking my eldest brother to go upstairs to borrow money?"

Bai Shan said: "You stay honest first."

Then he turned his head and asked Zhao Liulang, "You have to explain it, otherwise you will do something wrong and find out that the money came from us, and we can't get rid of it. And a thousand taels, can you afford it?"

"You underestimate me, don't you? I can't afford it now, but in two years, I will leave the Chongwen Museum to seek an official, and my father must not give me some assets? Then I can afford it, that is, this one Qianliang, you can't charge me interest."

He said: "If you agree, I will not only take your eldest brother and classmates to the third floor for a walk, but I can also take him to Princess Xiangyang's flower viewing party tomorrow, how about that?"

Bai Shanyi moved. Princess Xiangyang married the nephew of the queen mother. In June, because the queen mother was seriously ill, she returned to Beijing. The brain wants to participate.

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